If You Were a Flower I'd Pick You

Hey, Come Back!

2010-08-02T15:04:00.000-07:00

Everyone has been to the family cabin except me. Its downright insulting! Pluto was invited to the cabin (even though they insisted he get a bath first), and he came back bragging about it. Moses used to go to the cabin all the time, when he was around. And now, Charlotte is on her THIRD trip there!!!

They keep saying I can't go because I'm so little, I could get eaten by wolves or bears. I'm not sure I believe it. Still, I really DON'T want to be eaten by wild slobbering predators.

See, there goes Charlotte, being lifted up into the float plane down at the lake. Poor Chena has to hold her on her lap for the whole flight. If it were me, I could curl up all cute and tiny-like, and she'd hardly know I was there. Charlotte will probably give her bruises from her huge bulky wiggly self.

Bye guys. Have a good flight. Sniff. (not fair!)

Me and Carhartt

2010-05-09T20:59:00.000-07:00

Well, I am not sure whose bright idea it was, but we are fostering a puppy right now. His name is Carhartt. He is Wolf/Husky/Akita. I know what you are thinking. But I can still take him! He's a real pussycat.

Even though this picture looks like he is saying "bring it!". I can still take him. I think.

Me and Charlotte

2009-12-02T23:22:00.000-08:00

The rumors are true. If you heard that another dog has invaded my perfect world, sadly, its confirmed. Its even CUTE and a GIRL. Not cuter than me, but still...enough to be threatening. I am currently at work on a plot to drive her far from here, but in the meantime I might as well play with her a bit.

She's so annoying. Not the least bit fun. I avoid her as much as possible. Honest.

Charlotttttttttttttttttte, can you come and play with me?????

Dandelion Litzen | A Dog Named Christmas

2009-11-27T15:10:00.001-08:00

Dandelion Litzen | A Dog Named Christmas

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Just Popping In!

2009-07-21T18:34:00.000-07:00

Hi, Its me, Dandi. I know I have been a bit busy and sloggy about blogging lately, but its summertime! I have been spending my time chasing mini horses, cats, mice, birdies, and whatever else moves and breathes. Its a full time job!

I was out hopping around the yard, as usual, when I noticed Mom trying to take some portraits of Penelope, out in the daisies. I could see my work was cut out for me. I had to run over there, trample some flowers, get in the way, and somehow completely turn her attention to me for awhile.

As you can see, the whole thing turned into a "oh Dandelion, you are so cute and I must take your picture, now hold still and I will give you a puppy treat" kind of deal. Mission accomplished.

Happy Easter!

2009-04-16T14:35:00.001-07:00

Can you tell how much I am loving these STUPID ears??? If I had to go out in public, I'd never be able to hold my head (or real ears) up again.

My First Dog Show

2009-03-01T14:20:00.000-08:00

Can you believe I was in a dog show? I wasn't too nervous, but my mom sure was. We took a long ride to Anchorage..but I'm used to being in my crate and I like road trips! I never make a peep, but I like to stop and get out now and then, and play in the snow.
When we got to Anchorage, we went to a Bed and Breakfast. I thought bed meant Mom's bed, but it didn't..and I thought breakfast meant I could snack on the owner's cats, but it didn't.
So I was a good girl. Mom had to carry me up and down the stairs to our room downstairs, but other than that it was a very nice and cozy place. My crate fit nicely right in the closet!
We got up super early for the show. Mom didn't want to hand me over to the groomers, so she had already taken me to the dog wash, and to my own nice vet for toenail clipping. I think I looked pretty shiny and pretty! We drove downtown and went into this HUGE building! I'm not a real spooky dog, but I decided I wanted to hang close to mom for a bit. I mean, there must have been 500 dogs there. And the sound of (shudder) blow dryers going like mad!
Phew. Then we spotted our Corgi group from our town. I was happy to see my buddies! Mom walked me all over the whole big room, so I could get used to what was going on. It was kind of loud, but I like to be loud so that was okay with me. Mom washed my feet and put white powder on them. She did NOT use the blow dryer...so I was plenty happy about that. She checked my teeth and my ears, and put a show leash on me. Then we waited and waited.
Finally our turn came for class. The judge was really nice to me, and when it was my turn on the table I tried to hold still for her but I think I wiggled a bit anyway. She still liked me! She gave my mom a blue ribbon, and then later in another class, a PURPLE one! I like purple, but nobody would let me eat it. Hey, I won it, right?
So thats what a dog show is all about. I guess if mom wants to, we can do it again someday. I'm up for anything that involves treats, buddies, and toys in my crate!

My First Dog Show

2009-03-01T14:05:00.001-08:00

My New Year's Resolutions

2009-01-07T15:53:00.001-08:00

1. Catch the cats. At least one of them. The smart aleck one, preferably.

2. Always get more attention that Pluto. If he is being petted, ease up next to the petter, looking cute and pathetic, then position my body between the Terrier and the Human. Human must immediately transfer hand or foot to my body. Pouting Terrier is a plus.

3. Learn to bark louder than the neighbor dogs. I really try, but all I have is this girlish little "woofey" kind of bark. Darn Golden Retrievers...

4. Find out what is at the top of the stairs. I have really been thinking about making a break for it, but the MONSTER aka squirt bottle might get me!

5. Ride in the car WITHOUT being in my crate. I really think I could drive the car, if they would let me. It doesn't look that hard. At the very least, I could hand out some excellent advice.

6. Get french fries at McDonald's drive-through. My Aunt's cousin's friend's babysitter's dog told me she gets french fries every time. Its not fair. Of course she also told me that she barks at bank tellers just IN CASE they might have french fries. So she is kind of stupid..AND spoiled.

7. Master agility. By that I do not mean to correctly approach and go through each obstacle as taught. No way, baby. I mean to find a way to go AROUND each item, and STILL GET THE TREAT. I have done it a few times, and man, its a hoot. Everyone goes crazy trying to catch you or get the treat before you get to it. Best.game.evah.

8. Eat more toys. Not more dog toys. Just more toys in general. Barbies, Lincoln Logs(tasty!), doll clothes, I'm not too picky.

9. Stop getting sent out of the room at meal time. Everything smells SOOOO good, I just want to get any crumbs they might drop. C'mon..its just crumbs. Its not even a helping, for Pete's sake. I lay quietly and patiently at the kitchen entrance the entire time they are cooking it, wouldn't you think I could at least sit and drool at their feet while they are eating it?

10. Be braver about watching movies. Pluto is so brave, he can sleep through explosions, gun shots, dogs barking (that one really gets me), people shouting, cars racing, etc while my people watch a movie. Me? I leap around like a crazy rabbit, hide under feet, race in and out of the room, and sometimes bark and whine. Movies drive me a bit nutty. I want to be brave like Pluto. Actually, I want to be the one choosing the movies..but that's for another list of goals. I'd choose all movies where dogs chase cats, get cats, and maybe eat cats. Or just nibble on them. Now, THERE'S a good movie....

Merry Christmas from Dandelion!

2008-12-26T21:42:00.001-08:00

Come see what Dandelion got for Christmas....we talked her into opening her present herself. She was a bit afraid at first.......

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Cold Toes?

2008-11-21T00:13:00.001-08:00

Got Cold Toes?

You can warm them up on me! I'm warm and fuzzy and right here by the floor.

Or you can use the woodstove, if you want.

Its really pretty outside, but soooooo cold.

I'm heading inside. Save a spot by the woodstove for ME!

New Dog to Chase

2008-11-12T13:45:00.001-08:00

I have a new dog to chase, but he doesn't seem to like me. Hmmmmm. Mystery breed? (I offered him a bone but he was a snob about it)

Oh well, maybe a bit more barking at him and nipping at his heels will bring him around.

Just for Today, Lord

2008-10-25T02:10:00.000-07:00

I'd like to be able to fly. With wings. To get up high, like in trees and stuff.

And it has nothing to do with this.

or this

or even this mocking face here

Nope. I just want to get up in the tree, Lord, to be able to survey the beauty of your creation from on high.

(and while you are granting my wishes, can I see that squirrel I've been chasing for weeks up close too?)

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

2008-10-16T01:59:00.001-07:00

The weirdest thing happened this week. I am still trying to figure it out! The lawn outside my door just disappeared. I mean, its gone Baby! I went to bed one night with it all nice and green outside like normal. I know because I chased Pluto all over it, and the horses were out grazing on it, (and of course I chased them too!)

Then, in the morning...mom let me out the door and WHOA....I stopped in shock! Everything was white and WEIRD. Cold too. Kind of fluffy and it melted on my nose when I breathed on it. I took a few steps, and it left tracks! And it moved under my feet! I tried to chase a few flakes, and it moved even more. So I ran around and around trying to get it all and trying to make it stop moving. It was actually pretty fun, and I didn't want to stop playing at all. When I got tired and layed down, my belly felt like I was laying on a bunch of icecream. So I jumped up and it all started again with the chasing, running, melting, breathing, until I was one wet tired pup.

When I headed inside, another surprise! Mom put a gate up so that now I have to stop and wipe my paws and get all dried off before I can go into the rest of the house. Sheeesh. Doncha like big snowballs all over the living room, making puddles for you to get wet socks in? (Mom hates hates hates wet socks)

Its going to be a fun winter for me, and a looooooong winter for her.

Its a Bird, Its a Plane,

2008-10-11T01:28:00.000-07:00

Nah, its just me. A small Corgi blur leaping over a log over and over. That is just how I roll.

What are YOU looking at?

Boo!

2008-10-04T21:52:00.000-07:00

Me and You and a Dog named Boo....isn't that a song or something?

Well, I have a new puppy buddy named Boo. We have lots of fun while Penelope has riding lessons. Mom only gets me out of the car if the big bad dogs are not there. One is a Karelian Bear dog (anything with "bear" in it must be scary ) and the other is a waaaay tough German Shepard. But they were not at the arena this time, so I got out and was able to play! I am not sure what Boo is, but she is way cute and TONS of fun!

See that big horse? Totally almost trampled me. (what do you mean I should not have raced circles around its hooves while it was trotting around??)

Yeah, I am definitely winning here. No really, I am!

When we got tired of wrestling, we ran all over the farm and chased chickens, ponies, and even an ornery little goat. It was a blast. Guess you could say Boo is a bad influence on me. I love it!

Falling in Love with Fall

2008-09-21T23:31:00.001-07:00

You know this is my first fall, right? First ever? And I l love it. I really love it! I cannot get over how cool it is to watch all those leaves just ker-plunk...fall out of the trees! I love to chase them. So does Pluto.

I have gone on a lot of walks out in the woods. I try to eat the berries and sticks when I am not chasing leaves.

I'm kind of hard to see, since I blend right in to the colorful woods.

I love the lake in the fall too. I mean, just look at the view out there!

Hey, no fair! Notice I have my leash on in this picture. That's because we are at the park. I promised I would not wander far (no further than the next town anyway) but mom was not buying it. Rats.

Speaking of mom, she grabbed me and held me onto me for this one. I looked every direction but at the camera. I even tried barking at an imaginary squirrel in the trees. Finally, Penelope got behind Chena, who had the camera, and made the silliest faces, I could not help but pay attention.

I definitely earned that big bone and the catnip mice she paid me off with later. (I know, I know, the catnip mouse was for the cat....I was just seeing if you were paying any attention)

Hotel Living!

2008-09-13T03:36:00.000-07:00

Yeah, that's right. I am the only dog I know with room service.

I got to go to Anchorage and stay in a hotel! I was not too sure what I thought of it at first. Had to go and check everything out.

Lots of stuff going on out on the street. People thinking they could walk right by me on the sidewalk, and outrageous things like that without me barking at them. Not gonna happen.

Even in the room, I was watching my territory. The parking lot is safe with me on duty!

I was a bit worried about my everyday comforts. But turns out, my food and food dish came along. Phew.

I liked rolling around on the bed, but Mom didn't really want me to eat the bedspread. Spoilsport.

I was starting to get bored, but then they turned on Clifford. I love me some big red dog. If I was barking at him it was only in a friendly me-d0g-you-d0g-too kind of way. If I woke up other people in the hotel, well it was time for them to get up and watch cartoons anyway.

One of my favorite things was trying to wake up Penelope in the morning.

I said tried!

Oh well, if you can't beat them, join them I always say.

Can you guys run down to breakfast and bring us back some bacon?!?

Just Sitting On The Couch

2008-09-04T01:27:00.000-07:00

I'm just sitting on the couch, minding my own business. Listening to everyone yipping and yelping about some speech on tv. I was laying over there for awhile, but they said I was being distracting. All I did was bite a few toes that were hanging down from the recliner, try to knock over a lamp, zoom under the mother-in-law visiting from Washington's legs, and try to eat a wooden magazine rack. Thats it.

So anyway, I guess this speech is a big deal. Personally I really don't care about politics. Everyone has their own idea about who is right and who is wrong and I refuse to give my opinion or get involved.

Sand in my Toes

2008-08-24T08:50:00.001-07:00

We went to the beach and it was FUN!

I did a lot of digging. I have heard a lot about buried treasure, and I wanted to find some.

Do you call old fish bones treasure? I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Score!

At first, mom tied me up and I had to watch all the kids playing and swimming in the creek. They were getting crazy, I tell ya.

Stuff like this!

I was thinking it might be safer to watch from a distance. But, after a while, it was just too much for me. I wanted to be a bit closer to the action!

One time I even dove right in and swam around, while the maniac kids were having a huge water fight right around me! I headed for shore, so I could watch from there. Then I just ran back and forth, back and forth, kind of like a super-hero-turbo-life-guard-ready-to-save-lives-or-just-bark-a-lot sort of dog. I'm there for ya.

When I got home, I slept on my sheepskin in the living room for three solid hours. Being a super hero is tiring work!

Playing in the Hay

2008-08-18T23:06:00.000-07:00

What is THIS stuff?

I don't know what I'm doing up here! Hey girls?

I know that horses like this, but I tried it and can't say its growing on me. It is, however, stuck ON me. I keep chasing it and end up falling in the holes between the bales.

Its kind of cozy up here though, and the girls like to play out here a lot.

Guess I will just keep hanging out with them, and maybe it will become my new favorite spot too. Right, Penelope?

Race You Around the Lake!

2008-08-13T15:33:00.001-07:00

So I decided to go on a canoe trip. Ok, well my people just put me in there and took off. But, the important part is I really liked it! I don't know if you heard about my jump off the paddle boat earlier this summer, but it was a BAD idea. I guess I got carried away, when my girl swam right by me! I got soaked, scared, and my mom freaked out a bit too. (although later she said I looked like a super cute muskrat without the musk!)

But I digress. The paddle boat incident is behind me, and I am in therapy so I should be over it someday.

THIS trip around the lake was really much more fun. And I never jumped off. I got to ride with mom and dad. I wanted to see where we were going, so I did a lot of hanging over the side!

We saw lots of lilly pads, and even a muskrat or two. I wanted to get closer!

Pluto was in the paddle boat with the girls, so I figured I should jump over there, and he tried to jump in with me, and we had a great time jumping back and forth until they made us stop. Maybe we were rocking the boats a bit too much? Crazy fun, if you ask me!

I think I am a good navigator, and I kept telling these people where to go next but they would not listen to me. Whatever.

I found plants to attack!

and I am pretty sure this canoe paddle was sassing me. I was not taking any chances, so I tried to just bite off a few pieces. Dad got mad about that, and said something about needing the paddle to get back to our house? Whatever!

Hey, how about sharing some of that watermelon over on THIS boat?

Hey, what is the big deal? Is somebody trying to get rid of me? Dropping this in the water, thereby tempting me almost beyond reason to jump in.......c'mon Chena! Are you trying to drown me here or what?

Passed that test. I will just sit here and look adorable. Oh look! My reflection is so cool.

Yeah, I think I could run this show. Tune in next time when I leave everyone home and take the 'ole canoe out for a spin by myself.

Me and Sparrow

2008-08-11T18:04:00.000-07:00

I get along just fine with cats. I love the way they run from me, shake in their little feline boots at the sight of me, and generally respond the way cats are supposed to.

Except Sparrow that is. This cat is way out of line. She is NOT afraid of me, and (to tell you the truth) she makes me nervous! She just doesn't fit the mold, and she goes out of her way to show me her in-your-face bravery and mockery of small puppies.

Just look at her. See the evil lurking behind those eyes?

For example, she will stand in the middle of the sidewalk and not let me pass. She arches her back and hisses and shows me her tonsils, her mouth opens so BIG. Cats have big teeth, I am learning.

Or, she will stand her ground in the living room, and make me go the other way around the couch, just to get to my day bed. And she flattens her ears and then kind of laughs at me in a smug irritating growl.

She can be up on a chair, but she glares at me and I am afraid to even get too close. My routine with the other cat, (the normal I-am-afraid-of-dogs-even-short-puppies one) is to dance all around the chair, nipping at its tail, as it spins frantically around trying to anticipate my next move. Its quite fun. But not Sparrow. She makes ME spin around trying to figure HER out.

At night, the last thing I do before bed is I get to go out for a walk. I love to find a cat and chase it, for a satisfying romp before I end my mischief for the day. But when I see Sparrow and try to get her to run, she actually turns her back on me or even (gasp) lays down! As if to make fun of me! This cat needs to be taught a lesson. Yessiree.

Will you please teach it to her, for me? Puleeeeez?

Windsor!

2008-08-02T00:14:00.000-07:00

I have a new friend! I met him while I was in Fairbanks. Actually, I stayed at his house. But, I was there before he was. Confused yet? Well the story goes like this. Janet went garage sailing, and came home with 2 extra pounds. Of dog, that is. You see, she actually bought a puppy while she was out garage sailing!

Here he is. 2 lbs of Yorkie/Pug/Chihuahua. When you say his breed, it sounds like you are sneezing! Yorkipugawawa! Bless you.

His name is Windsor. She named him after a small sweet town in England, where she visited recently with my mom. But Windsor is not small and sweet! He IS small, I grant you that. But boy, that little guy has sharp teeth! And a LOUD bark!

And he is not much taller than a can of soda pop.

Not much smarter either.... just kiddin!

I'm not at all jealous. After all, whenever my mom would pick him up and smoochie his face, and talk baby talk, she would always come and pick me up and cuddle me too. Just as long. I think. Ok, shut up...who's counting? Anyway, I really wanted to get to play with the little guy. I mean REALLY play. Like, ya know, taste him. Just a few bites. And they just wouldn't let me. Windsor wanted to play too, with me. But all they would do is put our crates next to each other so we could bark back and forth. Well that was kind of fun too.

Did I tell you Windsor has a thing against shoes? I think he is mad because they are bigger than he is. Whatever it is, he likes to try to tear them apart.

But by far the best thing about Windsor is that he knows how to bring a HUGE smile to Janet's face. I mean huge. I can tell he makes her happy. And she makes him happy too. So its okay that she used to think I was the cutest puppy on earth and now she doesn't. I can roll with that. (I also like to roll on road kill, but that is another story). My point is they just fit. Like peas and carrots. Watermelon and salt. Puppy kibble and me. You get the idea.

Yep, a great new friend. I cannot wait to go and see him again soon. Maybe if he is a little bigger I can use him for a hockey puck.

Oh, remember what I told you about shoes, Windsor, and murder?
WATCH THIS VIDEO and tell me if I am wrong!

Road Trip!

2008-08-01T14:50:00.001-07:00

This is me.

This is me on a road trip.

Get the picture?

Well, it wasn't so bad. My mom loves road trips, and she thinks everyone else should too. So when she decided to drive almost 600 miles in ONE DAY, she figured it would be pretty fun.

And I actually did enjoy all the stops. I got to get out and explore a lot. And they would run around and try to wear me out with a LOT of playing and a LOT of new toys. A dog can learn to live with this human guilt thing. Besides, I got to do this:

Which really felt like breaking all the rules. Its a good feeling.

Here I am playing in a creek along the way. It was nice and COLD! Penelope kept throwing my stick further and further, and tricking me into swimming. Sneaky.

I liked playing with and barking at bugs!

We saw lots and lots of pretty scenery along the way. Some of it, I must confess, I slept through.

But here are some mountains I had to share with ya.

More about my trip later. I have to tell you all about my new friend!

When in Rome

2008-07-21T11:32:00.000-07:00

That is all I am going to say about this picture! Now, somebody get me down please.......

My own parade

2008-07-16T15:59:00.000-07:00

I told you I wanted to be in a parade, right? Well, Pluto and I decided we could certainly have a canine show if we wanted to. So we found a festive flag and decided to take turns carrying it around the yard for a two-dog parade.

Hey, did you hear that Pluto? I said TAKE TURNS!!!!!!!!!

Maybe I should just try to grab it......

Maybe he will get the idea and do the right and fair thing, showing good character and inspiring my trust in him for the future.

Nice idea. But he didn't get the memo!

If I don't get ahold of that flag, its gonna kill me. And the parade will be over and my audience will go home! Gotta run faster. Almost got it.......
Now to wrestle it away from him. If nobody was watching I would give him my special Corgi short-leg-big-teeth body chop to the hind legs. But I told you I have an audience.

Now you are just braggin! C'mon!

I never did get that blasted flag. But I sure do look cute running alongside it, huh? And next year I am going to be ready for him, and start the parade when he is locked up in his kennel where he belongs!

NOTE: Just in case you might be leaning toward taking his side, all of this injustice is documented in the following video. No editing has been done. The cruel events acted upon the poor short Corgi are true. Warning. Graphic unfairness!

Shots!

2008-07-08T02:19:00.000-07:00

I visited a new place today. They call it the vet. I was all excited to meet some new people, and it started out very promising. I obviously had some new fans, because the people at the desk took my picture! I think I smiled. They petted me, and held me, and talked lovingly. I was thinking this was a pretty cool place to be. I even saw a bunch of other puppies, but nobody let me play. No surprise there, I am always seeing dogs I want to challenge or tackle but its a no go.

I got to stand on a big tippy thing, and then they said "eleven pounds seven ounces" and who knows what that means, but mom suddenly asked about puppy food, and how much, and hey! I didn't like where this was going at all. I like my food, and I like how much I get, and my only suggestion would be more food and more often!

Then they carried me into a room with a slippery table (I thought I was not supposed to sit on the table?) and it had a baby blanket on it. I tried to eat the blanket, but then a man came and pinched me all over. He did! I thought about biting him but mom was watching. And I decided not to because he gave me a cookie. I crunched on that, and then he stuck a needle in my extra skin but the cookie was sooooo good, I figured I could always bite him later.

Next he took some funny tool and started clipping my toenails. I tried to stop him! Those talons are what I use against Pluto! They are my weapons, my pals, my necessary elements of both offense and defense. But in just a few short seconds, they were mostly gone. I couldn't even hear myself walk across the floor. I just know Pluto is going to gloat about this one. No doubt.

Who Invented Parades?

2008-07-06T01:09:00.001-07:00

I bet it was not a dog-lover. I am just amazed at the strange things my people find to take me along to, each week its something new and more mind-boggling.

So now its something called a parade. A whole string of crazy cars, trucks, fire engines, horses, dogs, wheelchairs, motorcycles, and you name it. And I had to sit there and just be still? They made me sit quietly in a chair, and just watch. Drove me crazy, let me tell you! I was supposed to just sit there, and not chase all the candy rolling in the street? Not bark at the assortment of canines that walked along in the parade, or sniffed at me up on my chair? Not suck on the straw in the cup holder on the next chair?

At least Penelope held me so I could see a bit better. I am a bit short, you know.

I think the worst part was these SUPER LOUD sirens that kept going off. I am not sure what big dog they were trying to call, but it sure got my attention. I wiggled and squirmed and tried to jump up and hide in somebody's arms, but the sound grew louder and louder until I thought it might peel the cute blaze off my face!

Then the whole thing was suddenly over, and let me tell you, all heck broke loose as people ran for their cars, and joined a whole line of traffic. My people put me on my flexi-leash (which is not the least flexible, so its a dumb name because it never lets me do what I want!) and I had to run along on my short fat little legs as they headed down the street to the car. And if I saw something wonderful on the ground, like old gum, spilled pop, grimy cigarretts, etc...they would not even let me stop and devour it. I got pretty irritated at mom. Once I had the most incredibly yummy piece of tootsie roll paper under my tongue, and mom actually sensed it! I was hiding it so well, just pretending I was yawning, but all of a sudden she stuck her fingers in my mouth and dug around and pulled it right out. Like she didn't even care that she ruined my day. Insensitive human. They just don't understand about dogs and smelly stuff and lovely garbage and gooey textures.

On the way home I got to ride in the back of the truck. Mom was complaining to dad that i was probably going to catch my death of cold, or I would be lonely, or think they did not love me anymore, or all sorts of terrible things. I could not hear what else she said. My ears were too busy flapping in the breeze in the back of the truck. I loved it!

Next year, I wonder if they will let me be in the parade? I could carry the tootsie roll wrappers under my tongue?

Race You to the Lake!

2008-06-29T01:42:00.000-07:00

So after my bath, i was sitting by the window feeling a bit pouty, and the girls started talking about going swimming at the lake. Did I mention I live on a lake? Its like this big huge 'ole water bowl! A lot of pups might be afraid, but not me. Well, not much anyway!

Follow me down to the lake! Lets go!

Ok, here is that big dog I told you about. The one who comes up on the lawn and tries to breathe on me. This dog casts a BIG shadow! I'm getting used to its very strange bark. Quite different. Must be one of those foreign breeds.

Keep coming! Past the barn and down to the lake. Its real pretty down there. Plus lots of muck to play in, clam shells left by busy-body muskrats, lily pads to jump on and rip up with my teeth, butterflies to chase, and minnows to scare. And one very big bird. Check this out:

This big bird sits at the edge of the lake. It doesn't bother me, but don't get too close. That thing can make some scary noises. Mom is always talking about an eagle carrying me away. I think she must mean this thing! My crazy little girls sit on it. They are sooooo brave.
Watch those girls dive right in that cold lake and go swimming. Hey, don't leave me!

You mean there are some lovely flowers still standing down here? Better let me at them!

I stay pretty busy down here. Try to keep up, would ya? I could lose you in this tall grass.

Ok, all is well here at Junior Lifeguard Camp. Just checking.

I have spotted some unidentified toes. Don't worry. I am checking them out now. I expect them to be given full clearance, but you just can't take chances. These toes could get me in a jam. (not a bad pun for a dog, if I do say so myself).

My work here is done. I have worn out my kids and got good and dirty. Wet girls, wet towels, and wet puppy. See why I love the LAKE?

Soggy and Mad

2008-06-19T17:10:00.000-07:00

Does that look like a happy face to you? Nah. Not even close. I wish I could give the evil eye, but with the face I was born with, its hard to convey the contempt I am feeling at this point. But wet and mad go together when you are a dog in a bathtub. Yeah, and just for the record, the squeaky toy you kept squirting me with did not make me feel suddenly cheerful and forgiving either. Or singing Splish Splash I Was Taking a Bath. Harummph. I know, getting clean is a big deal for you humans. I know it is. I don't understand it, but I get that it is somehow a big priority. I just wish you knew that I plan to run down to the lake when you are done, find a dead (and pretty flat, as shapes go) mouse by the shoreline, and roll all over it. I have it on my to-do list. (if you people knew that, would you still wash, rinse, repeat???Huh? huh? Would ya?)

The only thing that made me feel a bit better was waiting for those two little girls to lean in real close, then shaking soapy water all over them! Yeah, that felt good. If soap got in the eye, bonus. Nah, not really. I don't mean it. I am really clean, sweet, and nice. Oh. Well, one out of three isn't bad, right?

Now its time for the wrap up. No! I didn't mean wrap me up in a towel! I want to get dirty while I am still wet! Drat. What's next, a blow dryer??? Grrrrrr. And yes, I mean that growl.

OH well. I have decided that I can get over this experience, after a full belly and a long night's sleep, and maybe a terrorized cat or two. Just as long as you PROMISE it will NEVER EVERY happen again.

A Rose Among Thorns

2008-06-17T23:25:00.000-07:00

Or a Dandelion among other weeds. Its all good. Actually, I prefer eating flowers, especially the ones my person wants to plant. Its her fault she tries to pose me with them, 'cuz then I can smell their yummy goodness.

I didn't mean to kill 'em. Honest. I just wanted to devour them, I don't believe in making them suffer for long, so that is why I look like Cujo or some other Stephen King character in that last picture.

The Dog with a Blog

2008-06-17T19:43:00.001-07:00

It might be crazy, but yeah, I gave Dandelion her own blog. I know my life with her will be full and fun, and I will have a lot to tell about her as she grows! It might get a bit much on the family blog. Heh heh. Besides, I can give out this blog address only to those who will not tease me mercilessly. (Yeah? Who might that be?)

Ok, now to hear from Dandelion:

Hello, all my loyal fans. I am not a bit shocked that I have been given my own blog, its the least my person could do after all I put up with around here. There are HUGE dogs, I mean dogs that little kids actually ride around with saddles on their backs, scaring me out of my wits!!!!!!! And they snort a bit too. Which makes me run back to Mom who smiles smugly. I hate smug.

Then, there is the matter of the camera. I guess that is what that shiny thing is called, that Mom wears like a necklace. Whatever. I just want it out of my face! And speaking of face..don't I have the cutest one ever? I think its my little blaze with the beauty spot that gets me out of the most trouble. And believe me, I go looking for trouble as much as I can. Its not hard to find around here. Lets start with the cats. I just want to bite them. Thats all. After I bite them real hard, I might leave them alone. Maybe. (not likely) That Penguin is starting to trust me a little, I think. Her mistake. Heh heh. I gotta keep acting all confused and like I might be a bit scared of her myself. That stuff always gets 'em.

I guess I should tell you a bit more about my life here. I will tell you what I can, but I have only been here a week. (seriously though? A week around here is enough to send you into therapy. these people are WEIRD!) So, there is a dad, who is a pretty decent guy and he can be kind of a crack up. He didn't think he would like me so much, but what can I say? I'm adorable. I grow on people like mold, only cuter and less smelly. A little less. There are two little girls who dote on me, and do my bidding, and race around with me when I need to get some wiggles out. They have this diabolical scheme at bedtime, where they play hard with me and then I get all sleepy. Its dirty pool, I tell ya. I think the mom is the most gaga about me though, she talks baby talk (don't tell but the big hairy guy does it too) and snuggles me and takes me everywhere in the car. And let me tell ya, these people have been all over since I got here! I like to see where their nuttiness will take them next. The mom keeps saying today we are staying home.......but she just likes to say that, I think. She is the last person to say goodnight to me, and she has her low-life tricks too. She runs around outside, sometimes all the way around the house, and I chase her trying to figure out what she is doing, and to see if maybe she is playing keep-a-way with my food dish or something. And she has long legs and mine are short, and well, I get so worn out I just flop down in the grass. Then she picks me up and carries me to my indoor crate and kisses me softly and I'm already asleep before the gate on my crate closes. And I sleep all night, which stinks because I really enjoy getting her up around 3 or 4 if possible. Dang. With this new chasing business right before bed, I just don't wake up until morning. She's evil, I tell ya.

Tomorrow I will tell you all about my tragic and horrible experience today, that the girls called a bath. Yeah, I KNOW. Told you things are weird around here.